Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Scion,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.